Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1218

Overjoyed, Liz threw her arms around his neck, leaning in close with her face upturned, her eyes shining brilliantly as she gazed at him.

"How did you manage that? Tell me, tell me right now!"

Nelson and Bernice had traveled all the way to Zion City previously, exhausting every possible connection to beg for a consultation with Mr. Jones.

No matter what methods they tried, the eccentric genius refused, not even granting them a single meeting.

In the end, Nelson had to settle for being treated by one of Mr. Jones's apprentices.

Liz had assumed that even if they tracked him down this time, they would likely be turned away again. She had no real confidence—she was only willing to try for her grandfather's sake.

And just as she feared, her accident had caused them to miss their one golden window to meet the man.

She thought all hope was lost. She never dreamed Remington would quietly resolve the impossible without breathing a word of it.

Thinking about how her grandfather suffered through agonizing, sleepless nights whenever the weather turned cold, Liz was overwhelmed with gratitude and sweetness. With Mr. Jones treating him, his condition would undoubtedly improve.

The look she gave Remington was nakedly filled with adoration and joy.

Meeting her gaze, Remington felt that no matter the cost or effort, it was all entirely worth it.

His lips curled slightly. "That's a secret."

Seeing he wasn't going to spill, Liz didn't push it.

Keeping her arms draped around his neck, she leaned forward, pressing soft, fluttering kisses against his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, his chin...

Between each gentle kiss, she looked at him with those radiant, watery eyes, her gaze practically overflowing with tender affection.

It was a staggering contrast to the icy, defensive, and dismissive way she had treated him just weeks ago.

Remington was completely powerless against it. It felt as though a frozen wasteland inside his chest had suddenly bloomed into a vibrant spring garden.

His Adam's apple bobbed. The large hands gripping her waist instinctively tightened, his voice dropping to a gravelly rasp.

"Don't tempt me. I can't take it. Not unless you actually want something to happen right here on this counter."

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